I have not posted much lately, but this week my family taught me a lesson and I think I have understood why my dad no longer bitched about me riding.
My dad was 68, when on wednesday he passed away. He had CLL which is a form of cancer, for the past ten years. 5 years ago he literally died 5 times and it wasn't his time to go, this time we were called to Melbourne and kinda hoped it would be the same, but it was actually his time.
My brother, before getting really sick said he harped on to dad about saving for retirement. But after he got so sick he told him 'fuck it - get out there and just do it'
In the past four years my dad travelled and did what he wanted. He went through Kenya and all these amazing places,and lived life to the fullest. He was still working, even though he was really sick ... And he threw caution to the wind. Two weeks ago he applied for a job, which was to fund his trip next year to China!! This is someone who was at that point hang blood transfusions every two weeks!!
I believe that dad must have known that riding bought me pleasure, even though my family lost my sisters partner and my own late partner while riding.
In his funeral notice it read "in lieu of flowers graham wants you to live a little, laugh a little and have some fun".
My brother said such things as an ice cream on the beach ... DO SOMETHING ... LIVE. Go jump out of a plane or off a bridge.
Me I will ride. I will remember ... Dad fought hard for so long. He is now watching as we take the challenge to do something. Feel free to take up this challenge,
Nasty
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